She laid back on the carpet removing her knickers as she said lick me please, I knelt down and started to lick her pussy I said her pussy would look b...tter shaved, she said she had considered it but never had the bottle to do it. I offered to do it she nodded her head and I got the shaving stuff, I returned and trimmed her bush, then shaved her lovely and smooth.I dried her off and then rubbed her now throbbing clit making her groan as she wanted me to fuck her, I was as hard as a rock lifting. . yes, I’ll obey you.” She said.“Good girl. Good girls are rewarded.” I squeezed her boobs. “Now, get naked and kneel down.”It sent shivers down her spine. She got undressed and her pussy was already dripping wet. She knelt down before me and my raging cock was inches away from her lips.“Tell me whose boobs are these?” I pointed to her chest.“They are all yours, dear”, she replied.“Call me ‘Sir’.” I corrected her.She shivered again. Her thighs were squeezing. She must have felt tingles down. In the 60's wild-eyed professors with fat government grants ran testing labs down there and when this funding dried up by the mid-70's the graduate students turned this equipment junkyard into their official drinking and hangout den. With the obtainment of a legitimate beer & wine license in the early 1980's and named the Serpents Lair, this became the primary watering hole for the liberal arts and social sciences graduate students. Legal concerns shut the bar down for good a few years ago and. To her captor, Stephanie was turning into everything that he dreamed of and more.With another tug on her lead, Jeff pulled his stepsister up off the couch and to a teetering stance. Stephanie, with her legs bound together and weak from her exertions, was finding it difficult to balance. The only support the blonde girl had was the tension the stranger kept on her leash."If you want your meal," the metallic voice droned, "you had better hop to it, Slave."With that, Stephanie felt a yank on her.